The problems with defining causation are legion. Yet, we pledge to solve those that many would readily admit defy answers. Often we forget the caginess of nature and languish in turmoil proffering the presumed, which soon manifests as just that. Thus, we struggle to tell the latent from the patent, the tenure of either incognito tendentious more so in such transience, as opposed to attenuating lingering angst.
It hardly fazes that doubt ravages querulous souls. The question though is the alternative to the diffidence nature imposes. It seems sound to seek to know causation, yet not so to forsake an endless quest into nothingness. To quit seeking answers some would deem an abrogation of duty that perpetuates the very anguish whose cause so defies us. Thus, the questions remain vivid, the answers, cryptic.
Some would contend that it is okay to be inert in matters supposedly beyond reach. But the ubiquity of such matters others would insist tickles raw nerves, rendering impotence riling, action though, tentative. Yet, that we predicate life on a piecemeal abstractionist acculturation must help, even with its transience silage for extrication from perpetual fluidity that affords neither agitation nor inaction relief.
An endless wager purifies ghoulishness. The antithesis of our being abhors the tenacity of our will. The ambience mollifies, as the issues, stupefy. We relish escapism, and shudder not to portray impishness, epitomic of our powerlessness that is nonetheless helpable. But given our historical deeds, not even the presumed should hinder, as it should actually bolster us.
Our excursions exonerate desperation manifest in exaltation. Such though must not be balkanization coloured mellow. This because to ballyhoo may inspire, yet be a potent nursery for dichotomization. An examination of atavistic heroism should inculcate confidence with a modest hue. It should rekindle the spirit of exploration that nurtured our being. It should put the wheel of action firmly in our grips.
Then we will eschew dithering over emptiness. The problems we face will no longer overawe. To dare again will be sublime, as will to will life anew and delve into its crucible in pursuit of answers from which we hitherto cringe, mortified for examples, by the prospects of failure, or of answers we fail or refuse to grasp. Thus, in our past is the tonic of life, the manna we seek.
It is rife to recourse to now, perhaps understandably, even if not excusably. The patency in whose garb we hide may reassure, the exercise of jurisdictional bent edifying in an intimidating latency. The awareness of impotence in an age of decadence predicated on atavistic grace however, hardly reassures. Indeed, it heightens the angst that crushes us to contemplate the shift from latency to patency. Hence we must shun tarrying to exercise our free will as we must to purge its angst.
So, even with now the grail, it seems we must act. Clearly, it serves our best interests, even bared, to jettison tepid tastes. Yet, other matters may trump presumed salience as one ponders the psychic sublimate of the essence of transition, the creativity crucial to our progress toward universal consciousness. Thus, even in action quixotic is salience redefined.
As salient as now is, it seems a mask to shear. We continue to assume nature’s bounty is infinite at our peril. Worse still is to prop this postulate with the now, which renders null any proclaimed interest in taxonomic spread and stresses the lack innate in currency. Such pervasive lack will worsen our angst and render us moribund, with fewer keen to sire on a futureless pilloried planet for instance.
Action is thus inevitable, strict adherence to now, plainly inane. Thus, the motif of profligacy rattles confined. It doubles as that of shame, its immolation apt. Worse still is the guilt of inertia whose embers erase the will we treasure, given the chivalry we pray the children imbibe we lack. Indeed, it would boggle to figure how we sleep laden with lies inert, and act, disguised.
The answers we seek will embolden our spirit to be free. The encumbrances of nature will satiate not inundate us. We will appreciate its bounties as determinable offshoots of the universal consciousness of which we are constituents. Yet, we concede that in its bosom resides much more than we could grasp in our present station. Hence the now we must operate well to facilitate our progress along the continuum of consciousness.
This progress is inherently bidirectional, either way a transition into a station of consciousness whose attributes nature charitably renders, and which may advance or retard our progress based on our actions. We may thus be privileged to rendezvous in the past to emancipate our ancient current form from perhaps a mortally wounded world. Indeed, we may yet be able to face the children with celestial grace, not recoil in shame.
It may seem that trailing the universal path annuls our will. That time belies universal consciousness may confound. Our now may gainsay the eternal train. We may abhor the void in which we dwell. Yet, on that our angst torments we correspond, the start of an abiding quest for relief, the resolution of our queries, the answers to causation that chronically elude us.
It is vital that we do not just ask but find answers to these questions, which even if tentative will ensure our atavistic spirit of continued inquiry remains manifest. We may choose to negate the gains passed down to us, or improve upon the changes over the millennia that constitute our now. The onus is ours.
We should want our actions now to result in the changes future humanity will relish and improve, to further assure our progress along the awareness chain. It is duty, therefore, as us and as progenitors to act, not to continue to pillage our world but to save it. This will involve in part a vow to improve the health of all, the role of the individual in this regard central.
As our individual and collective consciousness progresses along the continuum of universal consciousness, we will increasingly appreciate the need for collaboration as opposed to confrontation in human affairs, awareness critical for the emancipation we crave.
